'1984 - My Personal Room 101'

'My shit is Trent Becker and I subscribe to been arrested and escorted to Room one hundred one by the image practice of law. I was arrested for authorship slash my thoughts in a daybook, which overly included a plot to tump over Big chum salmon and free everyone from their artful directions. Although the vox populi Police know for a fact that I devised a stick out to take down Big Br opposite, I burned my diary to ashes before they could abridge the details about(predicate) my undertaking. Since there is no trace of overt evidence regarding my aver crimes and I wane to tell them what my journal said, I convey Ive been taken to Room hundred and one for in ten-spotse interrogation. The mentation Police extremity to know what my proffer said and why I wrote it. I can hardly imagine the lengths they allow for go to niche my silence. It chills my spine.\nAs I approach the over-sized cardinal foot match of doors at the unveiling of Room 101, I begin to adm iration what could be housed in a populate with doors that size. I stood pure(a) at the doors in awe for a good ten seconds, when one of the escorting archetype Police yanks me outdoor(a) and places me in imprisonment while muttering, Lets go, in an angry voice. He pulls me into the dimly illumine room and I immediately circuit card the enormous saltwater aquarium accommodate two xx foot capital White sharks, on with various other sharks and fish, and even a giant oc outstripus. I also take on that there atomic number 18 two one-ton weights at the bottom of the ice chest with chains that depressurise all the way to the top of the tank. A pair of bass steel custody are attached to the ends of those chains. I of a sudden notice a stench sexual climax from another universe in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was drip mould with sweat, white as a tag end and had a construe on his hardihood that seemed care he had just witnessed a brutally t ough murder.\nThe two of us were now beingness directed to a ladder that pick out up to the top of the tank. The ladder had to be at least ten stories high, and the ascent to the top seemed like it was takin... '